Flynn and Cosmo in jail (closed)

[librarian167]

Who: Flynn Carsen and Cosmo Brown (closed)
What: Scenario 3: You only wanted to help
When: Valentine's Meet and Greet
Where: Jail
Warnings: None yet


Whoever said there was no arguing their way out of jail hadn't met Flynn. Who'd argued his way out of more than one jail. The trouble was, it meant shouting after their jailer.

"They just wanted to get married!" he shouted. "Your city leader isn't in his right mind! You need us to help him!"

But a door clanged shut and it was no good. Flynn sighed and sat on the bench, opposite his companion. He rummaged in his pockets to see if he had anything to open the lock with.

"We're going to have to break out of here," he said.

Comments

[piano_man]

There hadn't been enough time for him to properly complain about what he was getting dragged into. From what Trunks had said, this was what they were here for. To fix anything that would go wrong within the worlds of the books. He figured there'd be problems or dangers.

Just not something quite so...familiar.

"Would you calm down?" He was laying down on the little cot, watching his...companion riffle through his pockets. "If you announce that outloud, they'll get suspicious."

[librarian167]

"There's no one to hear." Although he did shut up, but it was because he was distracted by his pocket watch, which was telling him the time in Portland. Or Venezuela. At any rate, it was somewhere else and wasn't the time here.

"Do you want to stay in here?"

[piano_man]

"You've never been in jail before, have you." Cosmo had long since leaned back on the cot. His hand pillowed behind his head and a small smirk on his lips. "Sure, why not? I mean. One prison for another, least here things look normal. Plus," He paused as a guard passed by. Cosmo gave him a grin before startling at the growl from the cop. "I don't want to get caught by one of them without a good way out of here."

[librarian167]

"I have been in plenty of cells." His tone was a little defensive. It was just that those cells hadn't been jails and hadn't been staffed by cops. "I've broken out of all of them." Not necessarily on his own, but that wasn't the point. Besides, he wasn't on his own now, even if his companion wasn't a Guardian.

Finally deciding he had nothing useful on him, he went over to the door and started examining the lock. Clearly Cosmo was not going to be of any use in this jailbreak and Flynn would have to figure it out on his own.

[piano_man]

The comedian just grinned, still helpfully reclining back. "Well! Then this oughta be a piece of cake for you." He watched Flynn for a few moments, wondering if this man had any of those powers Trunks had mentioned. Cosmo didn't. Nothing besides his wits and a few jokes. Or...he hadn't emptied his pockets after rushing out of the sound stage that morning.

With a thoughtful hum he searched his pockets, giving a small noise of triumph as he found what he was looking for.

[librarian167]

Flynn wasn't paying any attention. Which was par for the course. Locks which required solving a puzzle were easy. Locks which required a key were trickier. Especially when he didn't have a skeleton key on him. But tricky didn't mean impossible - all he'd need to do was to trick the guard into opening it for him. Which would be easier with his companion's help.

He turned to face Cosmo. "Piece of cake," he confirmed. "But I need your help."

[piano_man]

Cosmo stretched, faking a rather loud yawn to cover some of the noise. With a blurry blink he glanced back at the other man. "Me?" He shrugged, hey he was willing to try anything until things cooled down.

"What do I do? Keep an eye out? Scream if they get to close?" He smirked, "Hold your tie?"

[librarian167]

Maybe it would be more of a piece of cake if he was here with someone else. Cosmo might be more of a liability than anything else.

"No," he said, lacing his voice with sarcasm. "I'm going to convince the guard to let us out. You're not going to do or say anything to contradict me."

[piano_man]

"Convince the guard?" That idea had merit. He wasn't to sure how well it would go considering how things were going but, "Alright, pal, give it a shot. I'll follow your act."

Meanwhile, there might be something a bit more convincing to use. He toyed with the springs of the mattress. "How uh, armed to think these fellahs are?

[librarian167]

"Moderately to well-armed," Flynn said, with a dismissive wave. "They all have guns in holsters and one has a knife in his boot. Not sure how many other concealed weapons they have." Mainly because they were concealed, so even Flynn, with his Sherlock Holmes-ability to notice that sort of thing, couldn't tell.

He paused, wondering why exactly Cosmo had asked. "Why?"

[piano_man]

Well-armed. Boy was that the opposite of what he wanted to hear. He dragged a hand over his face, not really questioning how the guy could figure it all out. He might be some weird human looking monster that could look into people's heads. Or see through walls or something.

"Just need to know how fast I might have to duck." He quipped, a little more tense nerves creeping into his voice. He cleared his throat and finally sat up. "Look, you sure you can talk those guys ears off enough to let us out of this place? I know it's not Folsom but those bars look plenty solid."

[librarian167]

Flynn shrugged. "Of course I can." He sounded a little hurt that anyone could doubt hum. Even someone who didn't know him. "Follow my lead," he said, then turned back to face the door.

"Hey!" he shouted at the nearest guard. "Are you sure not letting that couple not get married is the best idea? Imagine the party you're missing out on. The food, the cake, the wine. The bridesmaids," he added, lowering his voice and raising his eyebrows a little.

[piano_man]

Cosmo gives him a mock salute and settles on the edge of the bed, hands holding his chin up. He tries not to chuckle at the little speech, mostly because there's a chance it could work and if he laughs it could ruin the gag.

"You know what they say about bridemaids." He puts on a cheeky smile, humming to himself a song he's pretty sure no one here has heard aside himself.

[librarian167]

"Yes, you know what they say about bridesmaids." Flynn clicked his fingers. "And watching their friend getting married will make them think about getting a man themselves. You know what women are like."

The guard was looking unsure. Which was a start. "But I can't abandon my post," he said.

[piano_man]

Cosmo can't help but think of at least two women who wouldn't fall into that stereo type! He crossed his arms and gave a casual shrug.

"Why not do both. Those things always need security." He bit back another quip, he hadn't read the cop right yet and didn't want to trip to far. If this other guy, he should get his name at some point, could roll with it...he might bring up the idea of sneaking out.

[librarian167]

Flynn hasn't met a single woman who would fall into that stereotype. But he'd read books. And this security man didn't have a woman in his life - perhaps he was lonely enough to believe some women did.

"They do," the guard agreed with Cosmo, standing up straighter.

Flynn gave Cosmo a brief smile, glad Cosmo could fit with his plan. "I know how to get the wedding to happen," he said, "but you'll have to come closer. We don't want anyone to overhear."

[piano_man]

Come closer? Huh, where was this guy going with this whole thing. Figuring it was better to keep playing along he sat up on the bed. "It's like a buffet, pal." He relaxed, or at least looked like he did, this was probably the kicker part and Cosmo wasn't keen enough on the plan to know where to follow just yet.

[librarian167]

Maybe Flynn's patter was working, maybe he was just curious. Whatever it was, the guard came closer.

Flynn made a show of looking around. "I only want to tell you," he said, lowering his voice, "because you look like someone I can trust. But I can't tell if anyone's coming."

He waited to see if the guard took the bait. Even if he just locked himself in the cell with them, that would be good enough to get to the key.